* * * It was a long time ago, mid November 1967, a time when small town evening newspapers were flourishing although the threat to their existence fro...m TV was already biting into economic viability through competition for advertising and luring away readership. It was a time of social liberalization of people though improved pay, growing ownership of motor vehicles and an improved national economy as time pushed beyond the recovery years that followed the destructive period of World War 11.. She was consciously ignoring him, rigidly staring into the misty valley forcing her moment of spiritual catharsis.He was fidgeting with something in the pocket of his jeans though. She sighed, it was probably his phone, he seemed like the kind of guy that would make a selfie and post it on social media. It wasn’t a phone though, it was some sort of epi-pen, at least that’s what’s it looked like.‘Are you having an allergic reaction?’ She asked turning around, she sure didn’t like him, but she. Could she really have just been about to let her son fuck her in the ass??The shock of someone coming into the house snapped her back to reality. She had just blown her son and ridden him until he exploded deep inside her. Yvette could feel his cum still between her thighs, covering them. And now Will was standing in front of her, his obvious erection straining his shorts.Every urge in her body was craving yet more sexual fulfilment, but how much longer could she continue to cheat on her. Woh jungly janvar ki tarah mere pe tut pada tha. Uska pet meri hips se ghis raha tha.Woh bina ruke fatafat meri pussy mein apna badaa sa cock andar bahar kiye jaa raha tha.Woh galiya dete dete meri pussy mein apna mota kala cock jhor jhor se andar bahar kar raha tha. Sath sath woh meri hips bhi daba raha tha. Woh meri kamar pakad kar meri hips ko right left age piche kar raha tha.Thodi der bad usne apna cock bahar nikala, main thak kar leti hui thi. Woh khada ho kar Ranjit ko bola, “Ja bhai ab.